Laughing With the Laughing Morning

Day Two of 2016

Morning slides down heaven’s banister

Laughs like a carefree boy

Shakes a pillow until the sky

Is filled with feathered joy

It is winter in the country

Its sweeping solitude

Is blanketed in folds of white

Delight, earth’s-song subdued

…save for the sigh in the pine tree

Save for the lone wind’s cry

Save for the far-off murmur of

Time trickling from the sky

Something tickles yonder tresses

New day wiggles its toes

Never cold to the caresses

That tick and tock bestows

Morning slides down heaven’s banister

Lands in a laughing heap

At the feet of us kicking back the cloth

Of fluffy folds of sleep

© Janet Martin